[Souda sighs, stopping to stare at that arm for a moment.]
I think I expected the same you we got to wake up from all that. The you that was one of us.
[Souda shrugs, going back to what he was doing. Sleeve rolled up over Komaeda's shoulder, now Souda can pick up that measuring tape.
He doesn't know, really, if despite the hangouts and class bonding Komaeda still might not have felt like one of them. It only makes sense to Souda to lump him in, though.]
But that's not how it is now.
[He presses the cold metal end of the tape to Komaeda's shoulder and guides it down the length of the arm.]
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[Souda sighs, stopping to stare at that arm for a moment.]
I think I expected the same you we got to wake up from all that. The you that was one of us.
[Souda shrugs, going back to what he was doing. Sleeve rolled up over Komaeda's shoulder, now Souda can pick up that measuring tape.
He doesn't know, really, if despite the hangouts and class bonding Komaeda still might not have felt like one of them. It only makes sense to Souda to lump him in, though.]
But that's not how it is now.
[He presses the cold metal end of the tape to Komaeda's shoulder and guides it down the length of the arm.]